"Be careful." Ye Futian said softly, the people in Sword Saint Villa are not simple.

Those who can stay until now must be very powerful people.

Ye Wuchen nodded slightly, stepped out, and came to the center of the battlefield. Many people's eyes fell on his one-armed sword cultivator. Is this a one-armed sword cultivator?

I don’t know what’s outstanding, so I can keep it until now.

"Yannan, the man from Jianshen Villa, eighth-class king and prince."

"Ye Wuchen, the ninth-class king."

"Cancer first." Yan Nan made a gesture of asking for help, but the word "cancer" was particularly harsh. Everyone around him looked at Yan Nan in surprise. With his identity, he shouldn't have humiliated others like this, unless there were any grudges.

However, the people who walked out of Chen Road knew why. Yan Nan, who came from Jiansheng Villa, must be extremely unhappy about Ye Wuchen and Ye Futian taking away the remains of Feijian City. It should have been their place of practice. In his opinion, Ye Wuchen, a nameless one-armed man, has the right to inherit the remains of his Jiansheng Villa?

Yan Nan did think so. It was a disability who inherited the ruins that should have belonged to them, which was simply a shame.

Ye Futian and Yu Sheng's faces were suddenly extremely ugly, and a cold light shot out from their eyes. There was even a faint coldness on Ye Futian's body, and Yu Sheng's fists were clenched, making a crackling sound.

Disabled?

They did not forget how Ye Wuchen broke his arm.

Ye Wuchen's pupils condensed slightly. He looked at Yan Nan, but did not react too strongly. He was even calmer than Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. He had gradually accepted the one-arm. He was no longer so important in his master's words. He kept the sword's heart in mind. What is more important is that the sword's heart is clear.

Around his body, the sword intent flowed, and his body seemed to have turned into a sword body, with bright light, and thousands of swords were as they were, surrounding him, and roaring with a clang.

Ye Wuchen pointed his finger in front, and in an instant, thousands of swords came out together, killing towards Yan Nan like a rain of swords.

Yan Nan stared at Ye Wuchen's movements coldly, and exuded the sword power in front of him?

Behind him, a sword light suddenly burst out, as if a giant sword appeared. In an instant, the vast sword intent swept across and condensed together. The giant sword gradually condensed, and a terrible sword energy storm appeared around it. The giant sword trembled, and then it seemed to be out of the sheath and rushed forward to kill.

The nine swords of the heavenly beings have no edge.

The moment the giant sword fell, Ye Wuchen's sword energy that had come to kill seemed to stop flowing, and the sword intent bypassed the heavy sword.

They are both sword cultivators, but the eighth-class kings and princes of Yannan and the ninth-class kings of Ye Wuchen are higher in Yannan and the pure and powerful sword intent, which is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary sword cultivators.

However, the sword energy that bloomed from Ye Wuchen did not stop at all. The sword energy flowed wildly in the sky. He inherited the inheritance of the sages of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace in Feijian City, so he naturally gained something.

At this moment, the sword intent of the sky turned into swords as if it was regular, and then it flowed in one direction, hitting the giant sword light curtain that was coming forward.

A sharp and harsh sound came out, and everyone looked at the battlefield. The sword energy was annihilated, which was extremely spectacular. The giant sword light curtain gradually appeared, and then it broke. The infinite sword energy pierced the giant sword. In the end, even the heavy sword without a sharp edge appeared, countless cracks and marks appeared, and eventually turned into fragments of the sword and scattered invisibly.

Yan Nan glanced at Ye Wuchen coldly, and was still somewhat powerful. His figure flashed, and it penetrated through the thousands of sword intents like a sharp sword. It descended into the void. Another sword appeared behind him, instantly breaking through the air, like lightning. All the sword energy blocking the sword light exploded and shattered. The sword pierced Ye Wuchen's eyebrows straight, so fast that it was hard to see the naked eye.

Many people's hearts are tightened involuntarily. It's too fast and their eyes are hard to keep up, like a ray of light.

This is the light and shadow sword among the nine swords of the heavenly beings.

At this time, there was a very dazzling sword intent between Ye Wuchen's eyebrows and spit out, and then the powerful sword intent turned into a straight sword and shot out. Two lightning lights collided, and Ye Wuchen retreated. However, at this moment, Ye Wuchen felt a strong sense of threat.

His body suddenly moved to the right side, turning into a sword shadow. A puff sound came out, and Ye Wuchen's left sleeve was cut off directly, and a sword light flashed away, which was hard to see with his naked eyes.

"It's so dangerous." Everyone stared at the battlefield.

"The Nine Swords of Heavenly Man in Sword Saint Villa, this is the sword of light and darkness. The sword of light and shadow is in the light and shadow is in the darkness. It is difficult to practice the sword of light and darkness. Unexpectedly, Yan Nan's talent is good at is the sword of light and darkness, which is rare." The great man from the Supreme Saint Dao Palace praised when he saw this scene.

"You should thank yourself for being a disabled person." Yan Nan's voice came out, and Ye Wuchen looked at the cut off sleeve, empty.

"Wuchen." Ye Futian was a little nervous. He knew Ye Wuchen very well. With his personality, he would not give up easily in the swordsmanship and would rather break than bend. Yan Nan was a dangerous person.

At this moment, Ye Wuchen looked at Yan Nan and saw the other party's fingers stretching out and the sword energy flowing on his fingertips. Ye Wuchen closed his eyes.

The Light and Shadow Sword has traces to follow, and the Shadow Sword is hard to defend against. Ye Wuchen's understanding of the sword should not be ignored, but he did not notice it, proving the power of the Shadow Sword. Since his eyes are useless, he closed his eyes.

"It seems that your eyes don't want it anymore." Yan Nan sneered, but at this moment, he saw Ye Wuchen's body bathed in endless sword energy move, like a straight sword shooting towards him.

Yan Nan pointed his finger at the void, and in an instant, infinite sword energy gathered into a terrifying heavy sword, descending from the sky, directly assassinating Ye Wuchen's body, killing and shattering everything.

The sword energy on Ye Wuchen's body flowed wildly and rolled towards the sky. But at the same time, Yan Nan also stepped out and walked towards Ye Wuchen.

The battle between sword cultivators has always been the most dangerous, and one sword can be granted a marquis.

For sword cultivators, the danger of melee combat will increase exponentially, but Ye Wuchen is not afraid. How could Yan Nan be afraid of sword combat?

The sword energy above Ye Wuchen's head collided wildly, and swords appeared in front of Yan Nan. As he pointed his finger forward, the light and shadow swords bloomed in an instant, and each sword seemed to turn into a ray of light and kill Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen pointed forward with his fingers. In an instant, several sword screens appeared in front of him, all of which were united, turning into nine sword energy, and fighting towards the opponent's light and shadow sword, colliding in the void.

However, a strong sense of crisis was born again, and it was the feeling just now. At this moment, Ye Wuchen's sword heart was clear, and the space seemed to slow down to him. He felt a strong dark sword fluctuation in the places in front of him. This time, it was not just one sword, but three shadow sword energy, which surrounded and killed from three directions, blocking his dodge route.

At this moment, a dazzling light lit up on Ye Wuchen's body. On the sword body, the sword light was dazzling and shot straight forward. The man and the sword were combined, the sword and the intention were combined, and the intention was combined.

"Buzz..." Three terrifying dark swords wiped Ye Wuchen's body, and then collided together, bursting out a terrifying sword power, but Ye Wuchen's body was already approaching Yan Nan.

"Avoid." The big men looked at Ye Wuchen in surprise. With their realm, they could naturally clearly feel everything on the battlefield.

Yan Nan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't care. The sword power at his fingertips was still terrifying. But at this moment, Ye Wuchen in front of him suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were like sword eyes. The next moment, Yan Nan saw a terrifying sword stabbing at his throat. He sneered, his palm turned into a sword, and directly slashed out. A hissing-sharp sound was heard, and the sword slashed in the air. An extremely dangerous feeling came. Yan Nan's heart beat violently. This was a magic sword technique.

As soon as he stepped on the void, Yan Nan retreated, and an extremely terrifying sword intent protected him. Then he felt the sharp sword assassination. If he was slower, he would be sealed with a sword.

The sword he saw turned out to be illusory, and the real killer move was slower than he saw.

At this moment, Yan Nan saw two sword lights coming. Just as he was thinking about countermeasures, another sense of crisis came. His body accelerated and retreated. His whole body looked like a straight sword, but it was not moving forward.

With both hands condensed the sword seal, a terrible sword curtain appeared in front of him to block it, and the sword came to kill him, and the second sword was faster than he saw.

All he saw was illusory swordsmanship.

The Heavenly Eye Sword Technique is indeed an Illusion Sword.

Moreover, Ye Wuchen incorporated the Heavenly Eye Sword Technique into the sword enlightenment and integrated it with the killing technique obtained in the ruins. At this moment, thousands of sword energy attacked out. This was a chaotic sword. Yan Nan's face was pale. He didn't know which sword he felt in his vision was real and which sword was illusion.

With his hands folded, thousands of swords came to his body and no longer attacked. Yan Nan could only defend himself and protect his body with sword energy. His body was wrapped in the sword light curtain.

At this time, Ye Wuchen's body descended, and the one-armed sword cultivator walked around the void, and the endless sword energy gathered between the vast world, and the power became stronger and stronger. The crowd only saw the swords around Ye Wuchen's body floating in the crescendo, and more swords continued to descend between the world.

"Kill." Ye Wuchen pointed out with one finger, and in an instant, endless sword energy flowed forward and shot towards a place. Everyone saw a rain of swords, all attacking the same point. In a short moment, cracks appeared in Yan Nan's defense.

"Yannan, admit defeat."

Yan Jiu shouted at the edge of the battlefield, "Sword Cultivator is called attack power, and swordsmen are invincible, and defense is naturally a weak point compared to attack."

Before, Yan Nan had the advantage in the attack and suppressed Ye Wuchen, but the battle situation reversed instantly. Now Ye Wuchen controls the infinite sword power to attack, Yan Nan is at an absolute disadvantage. If it continues, Yan Nan will not only be defeated, but will even be penetrated by the ten thousand swords.

Yan Nan's face was extremely embarrassed. Looking at Ye Wuchen in the void, the sword curtain around him was broken. At this moment, Ye Wuchen raised his fingers and ten thousand swords were roaring.

"I admit defeat." Yan Nan roared unwillingly, and Ye Wuchen's fingers stopped in the void and could not fall. Then, the sword energy dissipated.

Countless eyes looked at Ye Wuchen. This one-armed sword cultivator who had never been revealed was humiliated by Yan Nan for the word "disabled". However, he actually defeated Yan Nan, a disciple of the Sword Saint Villa.

"So, he is so strong too." Li Qingyi, Qin Yin and the others and Chen Lu's people thought to themselves that there seemed to be no weak people around Ye Futian, but his realm was a little lower.

Yan Nan's face was gloomy and he stood there with a little bit of silence. He was actually defeated.

"I was defeated by the disabled." Yan Nan laughed at himself, and the word "disabled" still looked particularly harsh. He looked up at Ye Wuchen: "What have you learned in the ruins?"

Ye Wuchen glanced at the other party indifferently and ignored it, turned around and walked away.

Since you can't kill the other party, it's useless to say more.

"Wait." At this time, an elder spoke in the direction of Zhisheng Dao Palace: "Ye Wuchen, are you willing to enter my island to practice."

Ye Wuchen was the challenger, but this battle was recognized by the strong men of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace, and some people wanted to accept him as their disciple.

"Thank you, but I still want to stay on the battlefield." Ye Wuchen bowed slightly, then continued to step away, rejecting the invitation.

Moreover, as the challenger is recognized, he will not have to play in the next game.

The elder didn't say anything, and looked at Yan Nan and said, "What about you, are you willing?"

Although Yan Nan, although he was a loser, his strength was also recognized.

Yan Nan glanced at Ye Wuchen's back lightly. Could he accept what he refused?

"No need." Yan Nan turned around and left. Some people agreed, which means that even if he was defeated, he was still qualified to stay on the battlefield and was a promotionist.

Both of them actually refused, obviously they both had ambitions. For Yan Nan, practicing on the mountain island on Qiansheng Island is better than practicing at Jiansheng Villa.

In the crowd, Chen Yuan said to Mu Chuan: "Did Old Man Mu see it? Everyone around him is qualified to step into the Supreme Saint Dao Palace and refuse to enter Qiansheng Island. I really don't know what you are proud of in front of me."

Zhaixing Mansion has always been very majestic because Mu Zhifan, a disciple of the Supreme Saint Taoist Palace, is now proud.

Mu Zhifan behind him looked a little bad. Indeed, even Ye Wuchen can enter the Holy Dao Palace now, and his proud confidence seems to be worth mentioning.

The battlefield was quite quiet. The battle just now was a very exciting battle, with a sword cultivator's duel, evenly matched.

Ye Wuchen returned to the edge, Ye Futian glanced at the cut off sleeve and said softly: "It's okay."

Ye Wuchen shook his head slightly, without saying anything, his handsome face was very calm, but Ye Futian didn't know what he was thinking.

But anyone who is humiliated is disabled, I believe he will be angry, not to mention that Ye Wuchen's broken arm is a flaw in itself.

"Next." The strong man on the ladder spoke.

"I." Someone responded, but the man was about to walk out, but he saw a person in the crowd flashing and heading towards the center of the battlefield and walked out first.

Many people showed a strange look. It turned out that the figure who walked out first was Ye Futian.

Ye Futian came to the center of the battlefield step by step and stopped, ignoring the surprised gazes of everyone. His eyes looked in one direction, which was the direction Yan Nan was walking down just now.

"Get out." Ye Futian pointed his finger at Yan Nan and said, "After Yan Nan was defeated, he still called Ye Wuchen a disabled person. Even though Ye Wuchen didn't care, he cared!

ps: Early, four thousand words of big chapter!
Chapter completed!